Out of love, Luo Zheng leapt off the cliff without a second thought, following in Lan Xue's footsteps. As he was suspended in the air, the only sound in his ears was the roaring wind, threatening to shatter his composure. He let go of his body and mind, thinking, "If death is what awaits, so be it. To die in the same place as Lan Xue, this life is worth it." It's just a shame he couldn't fully honor his parents in person. Throughout history, one has struggled to balance loyalty and filial piety. He hoped his parents would continue to live well.
In midair, Luo Zheng felt no fear, no regret, no panic. All he felt was guilt: guilt over not having repaid his parents' kindness, guilt for not being able to die alongside Lan Xue. "Let it be death," he thought. "Hopefully, I can catch up to Lan Xue in the underworld, to say I'm sorry, to seek her forgiveness. Then I would die without regrets."
